To Left4Dead Lovers:

I am making a Left4Dead story for everyone to enjoy. It is not EXACTLY like Left4Dead but it is good. Here it is.

Into the Light

"Well, Mom, I'm only 23..." I mumbled after she asked was I going to have children one day. I walked to the television and clicked the red 'power' button. "...and it is rapidly spreading. Although we do not have a vaccination yet, we do have a name. Rage. Another problem to finding a vaccination is, we cannot contain an infected long enough, even in quarentine. It is a set-back, but we will find a way to..." the screen went red and blurted. "LAST MINUTE ALERT!!!" It blared. "The infection has reached the Los Angelos area, we alert that you take cover from the infe--" The woman speaking was interupted by her on bloodcurdling scream, followed by the maniacle yelling of two infected. I jumped and shivered, and to top it off, I cringed. "All those people..." I mumbled. My family was silent. I pulled out my pistol my father gave me before he went to fight the infected. He never came back.

-- The Flashback--

"My name is Austin, your father. remeber it." I was in tears. "Goodbye, I love you dad." I had whimpered. "If we leave this a clean break, we will heal better." I looked up at him, armed and loaded as he was, and he handed me a pistol. I took it. "Good luck." I mumbled. He nodded, a tear dripped down his cheek, and he left. I broke down crying.

--Back to Reality--

I looked at my family, now scared, white as snow. My mother, my adopted little brother, my older and younger sister, and my husband. I knew what I had to do and I felt the blood rush out of my face as I said the next quote. "The name is Kelsey. remember it." I quoted my dad. "You were born to. I love you." my oolder sister stated. "Good luck." She whimpered. No one but my dad loved me more than she did. everyone was crying, except for my brother. He did not like me. I would miss my family more than anything. My sister walked up andhanded me her locket with a picture of me and her in. She hugged me tightly and then looked up at me. "I love you so much Ke-Ke. I love you." she mumbled. "If we leave this a clean break, we will heal better. She nodded and stepped away. I nodded back, and a single tear dripped down my cheek. I stepped out and heard her start crying and quietly sobbing. I began to run out of fear of walking back in and seeing her like that at her last moments with me, running toward the infected. The mindless zombies who would not restrain from killing me out of instincts. Some of them were people I knew. deep down, they remembered me, but they could not restrain from ripping me to peices and eating me. i would not restrain from destroying them. Even if i did see my now-most-likely-infected father. Not even restraining from destroying him. Three things of my destiny clicked and locked as motives in my mind. I WILL save humanity. I WILL save it before my family is harmed any more. And most of all, I WILL survive. I had not realized how long I was running until I was up on a hill staring to the horizon. Everywhere, there was large and small groups of infected. "WATCH OUT!!!" a man yelled. I heard a gun shot and was spattered with blood. "Do you have ANY experience in the zombie department?!" He yelled. I turned around, my long flowing strawberry blonde hair swung and brushed against my hips. "A boomer almost threw up on you! You could have been swarmed with zombies!" He yelled angrily at me. "What's a boomer?" I asked baffledly. "Obviously not..." He mumbled. "tell you what. Come with me and you'll be safe. I'll even make you a chart of the zombies 'round here." He said, now calm. "Here we are, the safe house." He said after we walked through a mall and made it to a chained up old shop. "I'm Randy." He pointed to himself. He pointed to a female alot like me, except with her hair cut to her shoulders, covered in ammo and cuts. "That's Jane." Lastly, he pointed to a scary-looking black male. "And thats Phil. Don't let his looks fool you, he's a nice guys." The man named Phil stood up and held up his hand for me to shake. "Nice to meet you... What's her name?" He said eyeing me. I forgot I was wearing a no-strapped dress that went to my knees. I had taken off my shoes. "Kelsey." I replied carefully and quickly. "Oh... She's a beauty. where'd you find this one?" Phil asked Randy. "she was wanderin' 'round near hordes... 'bout to be barfed on by a boomer!" He laughed loudly."Whoa, Randy, keep it down... I heard a witch..." He mumbled.

"Well, Mom, I'm only 23..." I mumbled after she asked was I going to have children one day. I walked to the television and clicked the red 'power' button. "...and it is rapidly spreading. Although we do not have a vaccination yet, we do have a name. Rage. Another problem to finding a vaccination is, we cannot contain an infected long enough, even in quarentine. It is a set-back, but we will find a way to..." the screen went red and blurted.
"LAST MINUTE ALERT!!!" It blared. "The infection has reached the Los Angelos area, we alert that you take cover from the infe--" The woman speaking was interupted by her on bloodcurdling scream, followed by the maniacle yelling of two infected. I jumped and shivered, and to top it off, I cringed.
"All those people..." I mumbled. My family was silent. I pulled out my pistol my father gave me before he went to fight the infected. He never came back.

-- The Flashback--

"My name is Austin, your father. remeber it." I was in tears.
"Goodbye, I love you dad." I had whimpered.
"If we leave this a clean break, we will heal better." I looked up at him, armed and loaded as he was, and he handed me a pistol. I took it.
"Good luck." I mumbled. He nodded, a tear dripped down his cheek, and he left. I broke down crying.

--Back to Reality--

I looked at my family, now scared, white as snow. My mother, my adopted little brother, my older and younger sister, and my husband. I knew what I had to do and I felt the blood rush out of my face as I said the next quote.
"The name is Kelsey. remember it." I quoted my dad.
"You were born to. I love you." my oolder sister stated. "Good luck." She whimpered. No one but my dad loved me more than she did. Everyone was crying, except for my brother. He did not like me. I would miss my family more than anything. My sister walked up andhanded me her locket with a picture of me and her in. She hugged me tightly and then looked up at me. "I love you so much Ke-Ke. I love you." she mumbled.
"If we leave this a clean break, we will heal better. She nodded and stepped away. I nodded back, and a single tear dripped down my cheek. I stepped out and heard her start crying and quietly sobbing. I began to run out of fear of walking back in and seeing her like that at her last moments with me, running toward the infected. The mindless zombies who would not restrain from killing me out of instincts. Some of them were people I knew. Deep down, they remembered me, but they could not restrain from ripping me to peices and eating me. i would not restrain from destroying them. Even if i did see my now-most-likely-infected father. Not even restraining from destroying him. Three things of my destiny clicked and locked as motives in my mind. I WILL save humanity. I WILL save it before my family is harmed any more. And most of all, I WILL survive. I had not realized how long I was running until I was up on a hill staring to the horizon. Everywhere, there was large and small groups of infected. "WATCH OUT!!!" a man yelled. I heard a gun shot and was spattered with blood. "Do you have ANY experience in the zombie department?!" He yelled. I turned around, my long flowing strawberry blonde hair swung and brushed against my hips. "A boomer almost threw up on you! You could have been swarmed with zombies!" He yelled angrily at me.
"What's a boomer?" I asked baffledly.
"Obviously not..." He mumbled. "tell you what. Come with me and you'll be safe. I'll even make you a chart of the zombies 'round here." He said, now calm. "Here we are, the safe house." He said after we walked through a mall and made it to a chained up old shop. "I'm Randy." He pointed to himself. He pointed to a female alot like me, except with her hair cut to her shoulders, covered in ammo and cuts. "That's Jane." Lastly, he pointed to a scary-looking black male. "And thats Phil. Don't let his looks fool you, he's a nice guy." The man named Phil stood up and held up his hand for me to shake.
"Nice to meet you... What's her name?" He said eyeing me. I forgot I was wearing a no-strapped dress that went to my knees. I had taken off my shoes. "Kelsey." I replied carefully and quickly.
"Oh... She's a beauty. Where'd you find this one?" Phil asked Randy. "She was wanderin' 'round near hordes... 'bout to be barfed on by a boomer!" He laughed loudly.
"Whoa, Randy, keep it down... I heard a witch..." He mumbled. They went silent.
"Yep" I heard Jane say, popping her lips on the p.
"Kelsey? Do you hear that?" I listened harder. I thought I heard crying.
"A SURVIVOR!" I yelled a bit to loud.
"No, you ***! That's the witch! NEVER mistake her for a survivor. She can kill you with one swipe of her claws.
She has red glowing eyes, she's always kneelin' down cryin'. She's a deadly one. While we're at it, Phil, let's tell her 'bout all the other zombies. You got the tank.
He's all huge and muscular. He takes his hands and slams 'em against ya' and you FLY! Then you got the hunter.
You can tell he's comin' by his screams. Ya' never know when he'll pounce on ya'. You got the smoker.
We call 'em the smoker 'cuz when you shoot him. He strangles you with his tongue." Randy told me. He cringed. Jane laughed. Phil finished.
"Don't forget the screamer..." They all grew intentive. "The screamer is the worst of all.
He screams loud enough to attract a horde of zombies. He's bound in a straight jacket, but he's extremely fast and hard to kill. He never really hurts you himself though, making him a real threat. And the tracker. She's probably the most human-like. She lookes like a human and talks like a human, and even acts like a survivor. During the night, somehow, she sends out brain-waves of where the survivors are, like a satellite, and the other infected track her. They kill all the survivor-like people, including the tracker. It's hard to avoid her. She's like a deceiver or something. She beautiful, too, the tracker.
So that's all of 'em, we think." Jane spoke up. "You forgot the haggard..." she mumbled.
All of them suddenly stiffed, and mumbled between themselves. Jane cleared her throat. "AHEM! Anyway's, the Haggard is a horribly tough zombie." She said in her beautiful Australian accent. "He looks like a Tank, only he has hundreds of weapons-metalworks- jabbed into his back. He is a newer species, we don't know much about him. We still don't know his weakness. All we do to protect ourselves is we just... well... shoot it. We've been searching for a hole in his defenses." She stated grimly."Guys, why don't we go fight some hordes..." She said sadly.
"Yea! WOOHOO!" They all shouted in agreement. Phil slid the gate to the other side of the mall open.
"Hey, Randy? Should we show beau-- Kelsey how to crown a witch?!" He asked, excitement lining his expression.
"Nah... We should start with the basics. We'll wait 'til later to start on witch training." He said quietly, for we were closing in on the hordes. "Kelsey, try your best not to get separated from us, 'kay? That's how we lost the last survivor..." He muttered. I heard Jane sniffle. I looked over to see tears dripping from her eyes. Jane jerked her head towards me and caught me staring at her. She growled in a sinister manner, inhumanly.
"Stop staring at me or you'll be sleeping with the witches." She muttered furiously.
"Sorry..." I muttered in apology.
"Don't worry, she's just recalling a bad memory." Randy reassured me. I nodded. "Here we go!" He yelled, causing all of the infected to snap their heads to our direction. He laughed as he threw Phil a semi-automatic hand rifle. "Let's kick some zombie butt..." He muttered as he began to shoot at the oncoming zombies.
--Hours Later--

After I knew we had killed all of the infected, I heard Phil laugh.
"Woo! That NEVER gets old!" He yelled in utter enjoyment. "I counted hordes today." He said excitedly.
"Really? How many did we get past today?" Jane asked unhappily.
"We managed to pass 54 waves of hordes today, so about 286 hordes. New record! Woohoo!" He shouted aggresively but happily.
"Now can you teache me how to fight a witch off?" I asked uneventfully.
"First, we should go back to the safehouse for the night. We should eat up and rest for now, while the infected aren't being a natural... or unatural... alarm clock at 5:30 in the morning." He said, his voice now thick with boredom. Jane sighed as we turned to walk back. I heard a near-silent cry, followed by a sinister growl, all leading up to a chilling screech, all of... a witch. I heard Jane gasp and yell, also hearing a thud and skin tearing. Everyone began shooting at the witch, now on Jane, ripping the skin of tiny, poor, Australian Jane. She kept screaming in pain and begging us to kill the witch. She, strangely, talked to the witch.
"Have mercy on me! God! I am NOT supposed to die this way!!!" She yelled miserably as the witch repeatedly tore skin from Jane's miniscule body. Suddenly, the witch turned and jumped on me. I pulled my elbow up violently and flung it towards the witch, hitting her in the nose. She jumped back on the now incapacitated Jane. Out of nowhere, the witch went pale and fell lifelessly to the ground beside her. I noticed Randy help up Jane. Her eyes looked like they were sealed shut until the snapped open violently. She screamed in pain and fell back down, she began flailing violently. Her eyes closed before she stood up. She turned and faced me. She had bone hard claws now, soaked in a deep red bloody color. Her eyes snapped open again and she shrieked angrily, only to be followed by my loud shriek of fear. Her eyes were glowing an orange-red color and her body was more pink than white. She silently jumped on me before growling sinisterly and being shot off.

After I finish this one, I am making one about a vampire zombie spreading the infection. It is kind of like the prologue made late. LoLZ. But yea, I most definently will make more. I'm glad you like it so far! XD

why thank you very mucho... :) ppl who like my story can also pm me your email address and i will send you automatic updates! (i promise on the book of Twilight that i never sell/give away/use pplz email addresses. btw, i love twilight lolz)

I stood up and stared down at the pale white witch--Jane. I tear dripped down my face as I realized her resemblance to my older sister, whom I love so much. I screamed angrily.
"We have to go see if my family is still okay." I told Randy angrily. He hesitated, but nodded in agreement.
"Phil, we are goin' to check on Kelsey's family, 'kay?" He asked, his emotions were thin in his voice. He sounded almost monotonous to me. Phil nodded as we began to run, me in the lead. I lost control, not realizing I was at the house. I skidded to a stop and looked over the house. It was boarded up, almost capable of keeping out infected. The wood seemed to be unscathed. Nothing had attacked. I stepped up and silently knocked on the door.
"Mom, sis, baby, are you in here?" I asked in a confused manner. "I'm not infected... I promise I won't hurt you." I said clearly. I heard something ripping open the door and an infected pounce on me- My beloved husband. "NO!!!" I shouted as Randy shot him off of me. "No.... My husband... Why did you do this to him? My Andrew, my beloved Andrew..." I muttered, sad and enraged. I stood up quickly, tears slowly trickling down my cheeks. I stepped in the house and saw my now infected family running towards me. All... but my older sister. Randy, Phil, and I took them down with ease. I stepped further into the dark, gloomy house. "Jessica, are you in here?" I asked worriedly. I would NOT let the others kill her, even if she was infected. Even if she was a tracker now. I didn't care, and would go out of my way to be sure she didn't die. I saw a movement out of the corner of my eye. I stiffened, seeing one more infected. However, after looking a bit closer, it was a different family member. My father. I gasped and sobbed as I saw Randy ready a quick shot. Before I knew it, my father lay there... no longer a living dead. No longer suffering from extreme hunger. No longer having the lust to eat us, thinking about his little girl at he pushed his teeth through her throat. My throat. It was over for him. I cried slightly before pulling myself together. "Jessica? Are you okay? We won't shoot." I reassured her, wherever she was. "Cease fire..." I muttered to Randy and Phil, hearing them put their guns away.
"Are they gone?" I heard a familiar voice ask quietly but frantically. From the same direction I heard someone shuffle. Phil and Randy raised their guns up.
"Put your guns up." I whispered angrily. "It's just my sister."
"Are you infected? Where are you?" She asked in the darkness.
"Jessica, its Kelsey and two other survivors. We aren't infected." I reassured her. I heard her sniff in disbelief.
"How do I know you're not the deceiver?" She asked me skeptically.
"Sis, we are 100% human...." I tried reassuring her again. "Please, Jessica, believe me." I begged her. I heard her stand up cautiously. I looked her over. My sister, in the flesh, uninfected. I ran towards her and she screamed. I hugged her tightly, hearing her sigh in relief. "Jessica, I thought you had been infected with the others." I told her glumly yet I was happy to see my favorite sibling again. I heard her giggle slightly.
"It's no fun living with lifeless zombies, especially when they are starving and craving my flesh." She joked.
"I could believe that!" I agreed happily. I broke away from the hug. "Well, I have good news and bad news....." I muttered unhappily. I suddenly grew weary.
"I love good news, so let's go with that first." She informed me.
"Good news. Okay. There are two other survivors beside us." I turned to Randy. "This is Randy. He's saved me on many an occasion. I wouldn't be here if it weren't for him. I was unarmed when he saved me from a boomer, from a horde." I said thankfully. She nodded and I turned to Phil. "This is Phil. He looks scary but he's really a great guy." She smiled at him. "Guys, this is my sister Jessica. She's the only member of my family that survived, apart from you." I told them. Phil held out his hand, gesturing for Jessica to shake it. She put her palm in his and they shook hands.
"Nice to meet 'ya Jessica!" He told her.
"With us, you'll be safe from infected." Randy told Jessica. She laughed lightly.
"...And the bad news...?" Jessica said unhappily.
"There... was another survivor that... was infected into a witch... right before we came here..." I said gloomily, remembering Jane's tortured, furious expression as she jumped on me, as Randy and Phil... Killed her. Tears dribbled from my eyes and I watched them hit the floor silently. "Her name was... Jane..."
"She was only 19..." Randy added, almost in tears. I looked over at Phil. he also was crying. I lastly looked up at Jessica.
"Why are you crying?" I asked Jessica though my voice sounded choked.
"She... was my best friend..." I heard her inform me sadly.
"Oh..." I said sadly. I couldn't say anything more. I was distraught. "I'm so sorry for you Jessica." I said pitifully. I heard her pull herself together.
"Don't be." She said sternly yet smoothly. "I will kill those infected if it's the LAST THING I EVER DO!" She shouted angrily. We all nodded and began to depart. I once more had my beloved sister, but she was too filled with rage. She didn't even seem related to me. She was too different.
--Back at the Safe house--
I didn't even realize where I was until I felt a slight tap on my shoulder. "Sis, we're at the safe house now..." Jessica said, bringing me back to reality. I looked up and I was running into a wall.
"Oh..." I muttered, on the verge of becoming dazed again. I stared at the wall before me, wishing it would disappear and allow me to run away. I turned in dismay, staring at the other survivors: Phil, Randy, and Jessica. “So… what now?” I asked somberly.
Randy glared at me with cold, hard eyes. “’What now?’?! Are you serious, Kelsey? There ain’t nothin’ else we can do!!! We are DEAD!” He yelled. I cringed in sadness, hurt by the blow I had taken.
“What… did I do? I mean… don’t you believe we still have a chance at surviving?” I asked, cold tears dripping down my cheeks. He sighed aggresively.
“I can’t take this anymore. I need self- confidence, but Randy is to selfish to help me with that. I’m out. Love ya’, Kelsey,” Phil muttered, walking up to me. He handed me a semi-automatic rifle and walked to the door.
“Where are you going?” I asked, my voice heavily choked. He stepped into the sun and screamed. It was over. He was infected. He jumped in the room quietly and growled, crouching forward slightly. He smiled lightly and pounced, leaving a trail of blood. He turned and grinned at me wistfully; I could have sworn he winked, before Randy silently shot him down.
“Phil…” was all I could muster. That was Phil’s end. My tears hit the ground with a near silent putt noise. I fell to my knees, completely distraught. “Let’s go. Now,” I ordered. Randy was chuckling as he followed close behind me. I elbowed him in the ribs with much force and the chuckling abruptly stopped. Before I could notice, we were back at the ragged safehouse. I plopped down where Jane had stayed before she turned, tears dripping down my cheeks with noises that were now as loud as thuds.

"Well, Mom, I'm only 23..." I mumbled after she asked was I going to have children one day. I walked to the television and clicked the red 'power' button. "...and it is rapidly spreading. Although we do not have a vaccination yet, we do have a name. Rage. Another problem to finding a vaccination is, we cannot contain an infected long enough, even in quarentine. It is a set-back, but we will find a way to..." the screen went red and blurted.
"LAST MINUTE ALERT!!!" It blared. "The infection has reached the Los Angelos area, we alert that you take cover from the infe--" The woman speaking was interupted by her on bloodcurdling scream, followed by the maniacle yelling of two infected. I jumped and shivered, and to top it off, I cringed.
"All those people..." I mumbled. My family was silent. I pulled out my pistol my father gave me before he went to fight the infected. He never came back.

-- The Flashback--

"My name is Austin, your father. remeber it." I was in tears.
"Goodbye, I love you dad." I had whimpered.
"If we leave this a clean break, we will heal better." I looked up at him, armed and loaded as he was, and he handed me a pistol. I took it.
"Good luck." I mumbled. He nodded, a tear dripped down his cheek, and he left. I broke down crying.

--Back to Reality--

I looked at my family, now scared, white as snow. My mother, my adopted little brother, my older and younger sister, and my husband. I knew what I had to do and I felt the blood rush out of my face as I said the next quote.
"The name is Kelsey. remember it." I quoted my dad.
"You were born to. I love you." my oolder sister stated. "Good luck." She whimpered. No one but my dad loved me more than she did. Everyone was crying, except for my brother. He did not like me. I would miss my family more than anything. My sister walked up andhanded me her locket with a picture of me and her in. She hugged me tightly and then looked up at me. "I love you so much Ke-Ke. I love you." she mumbled.
"If we leave this a clean break, we will heal better. She nodded and stepped away. I nodded back, and a single tear dripped down my cheek. I stepped out and heard her start crying and quietly sobbing. I began to run out of fear of walking back in and seeing her like that at her last moments with me, running toward the infected. The mindless zombies who would not restrain from killing me out of instincts. Some of them were people I knew. Deep down, they remembered me, but they could not restrain from ripping me to peices and eating me. i would not restrain from destroying them. Even if i did see my now-most-likely-infected father. Not even restraining from destroying him. Three things of my destiny clicked and locked as motives in my mind. I WILL save humanity. I WILL save it before my family is harmed any more. And most of all, I WILL survive. I had not realized how long I was running until I was up on a hill staring to the horizon. Everywhere, there was large and small groups of infected. "WATCH OUT!!!" a man yelled. I heard a gun shot and was spattered with blood. "Do you have ANY experience in the zombie department?!" He yelled. I turned around, my long flowing strawberry blonde hair swung and brushed against my hips. "A boomer almost threw up on you! You could have been swarmed with zombies!" He yelled angrily at me.
"What's a boomer?" I asked baffledly.
"Obviously not..." He mumbled. "tell you what. Come with me and you'll be safe. I'll even make you a chart of the zombies 'round here." He said, now calm. "Here we are, the safe house." He said after we walked through a mall and made it to a chained up old shop. "I'm Randy." He pointed to himself. He pointed to a female alot like me, except with her hair cut to her shoulders, covered in ammo and cuts. "That's Jane." Lastly, he pointed to a scary-looking black male. "And thats Phil. Don't let his looks fool you, he's a nice guy." The man named Phil stood up and held up his hand for me to shake.
"Nice to meet you... What's her name?" He said eyeing me. I forgot I was wearing a no-strapped dress that went to my knees. I had taken off my shoes. "Kelsey." I replied carefully and quickly.
"Oh... She's a beauty. Where'd you find this one?" Phil asked Randy. "She was wanderin' 'round near hordes... 'bout to be barfed on by a boomer!" He laughed loudly.
"Whoa, Randy, keep it down... I heard a witch..." He mumbled. They went silent.
"Yep" I heard Jane say, popping her lips on the p.
"Kelsey? Do you hear that?" I listened harder. I thought I heard crying.
"A SURVIVOR!" I yelled a bit to loud.
"No, you ***! That's the witch! NEVER mistake her for a survivor. She can kill you with one swipe of her claws.
She has red glowing eyes, she's always kneelin' down cryin'. She's a deadly one. While we're at it, Phil, let's tell her 'bout all the other zombies. You got the tank.
He's all huge and muscular. He takes his hands and slams 'em against ya' and you FLY! Then you got the hunter.
You can tell he's comin' by his screams. Ya' never know when he'll pounce on ya'. You got the smoker.
We call 'em the smoker 'cuz when you shoot him. He strangles you with his tongue." Randy told me. He cringed. Jane laughed. Phil finished.
"Don't forget the screamer..." They all grew intentive. "The screamer is the worst of all.
He screams loud enough to attract a horde of zombies. He's bound in a straight jacket, but he's extremely fast and hard to kill. He never really hurts you himself though, making him a real threat. And the tracker. She's probably the most human-like. She lookes like a human and talks like a human, and even acts like a survivor. During the night, somehow, she sends out brain-waves of where the survivors are, like a satellite, and the other infected track her. They kill all the survivor-like people, including the tracker. It's hard to avoid her. She's like a deceiver or something. She beautiful, too, the tracker.
So that's all of 'em, we think." Jane spoke up. "You forgot the haggard..." she mumbled.
All of them suddenly stiffed, and mumbled between themselves. Jane cleared her throat. "AHEM! Anyway's, the Haggard is a horribly tough zombie." She said in her beautiful Australian accent. "He looks like a Tank, only he has hundreds of weapons-metalworks- jabbed into his back. He is a newer species, we don't know much about him. We still don't know his weakness. All we do to protect ourselves is we just... well... shoot it. We've been searching for a hole in his defenses." She stated grimly."Guys, why don't we go fight some hordes..." She said sadly.
"Yea! WOOHOO!" They all shouted in agreement. Phil slid the gate to the other side of the mall open.
"Hey, Randy? Should we show beau-- Kelsey how to crown a witch?!" He asked, excitement lining his expression.
"Nah... We should start with the basics. We'll wait 'til later to start on witch training." He said quietly, for we were closing in on the hordes. "Kelsey, try your best not to get separated from us, 'kay? That's how we lost the last survivor..." He muttered. I heard Jane sniffle. I looked over to see tears dripping from her eyes. Jane jerked her head towards me and caught me staring at her. She growled in a sinister manner, inhumanly.
"Stop staring at me or you'll be sleeping with the witches." She muttered furiously.
"Sorry..." I muttered in apology.
"Don't worry, she's just recalling a bad memory." Randy reassured me. I nodded. "Here we go!" He yelled, causing all of the infected to snap their heads to our direction. He laughed as he threw Phil a semi-automatic hand rifle. "Let's kick some zombie butt..." He muttered as he began to shoot at the oncoming zombies.
--Hours Later--

After I knew we had killed all of the infected, I heard Phil laugh.
"Woo! That NEVER gets old!" He yelled in utter enjoyment. "I counted hordes today." He said excitedly.
"Really? How many did we get past today?" Jane asked unhappily.
"We managed to pass 54 waves of hordes today, so about 286 hordes. New record! Woohoo!" He shouted aggresively but happily.
"Now can you teache me how to fight a witch off?" I asked uneventfully.
"First, we should go back to the safehouse for the night. We should eat up and rest for now, while the infected aren't being a natural... or unatural... alarm clock at 5:30 in the morning." He said, his voice now thick with boredom. Jane sighed as we turned to walk back. I heard a near-silent cry, followed by a sinister growl, all leading up to a chilling screech, all of... a witch. I heard Jane gasp and yell, also hearing a thud and skin tearing. Everyone began shooting at the witch, now on Jane, ripping the skin of tiny, poor, Australian Jane. She kept screaming in pain and begging us to kill the witch. She, strangely, talked to the witch.
"Have mercy on me! God! I am NOT supposed to die this way!!!" She yelled miserably as the witch repeatedly tore skin from Jane's miniscule body. Suddenly, the witch turned and jumped on me. I pulled my elbow up violently and flung it towards the witch, hitting her in the nose. She jumped back on the now incapacitated Jane. Out of nowhere, the witch went pale and fell lifelessly to the ground beside her. I noticed Randy help up Jane. Her eyes looked like they were sealed shut until the snapped open violently. She screamed in pain and fell back down, she began flailing violently. Her eyes closed before she stood up. She turned and faced me. She had bone hard claws now, soaked in a deep red bloody color. Her eyes snapped open again and she shrieked angrily, only to be followed by my loud shriek of fear. Her eyes were glowing an orange-red color and her body was more pink than white. She silently jumped on me before growling sinisterly and being shot off.
I stood up and stared down at the pale white witch--Jane. I tear dripped down my face as I realized her resemblance to my older sister, whom I love so much. I screamed angrily.
"We have to go see if my family is still okay." I told Randy angrily. He hesitated, but nodded in agreement.
"Phil, we are goin' to check on Kelsey's family, 'kay?" He asked, his emotions were thin in his voice. He sounded almost monotonous to me. Phil nodded as we began to run, me in the lead. I lost control, not realizing I was at the house. I skidded to a stop and looked over the house. It was boarded up, almost capable of keeping out infected. The wood seemed to be unscathed. Nothing had attacked. I stepped up and silently knocked on the door.
"Mom, sis, baby, are you in here?" I asked in a confused manner. "I'm not infected... I promise I won't hurt you." I said clearly. I heard something ripping open the door and an infected pounce on me- My beloved husband. "NO!!!" I shouted as Randy shot him off of me. "No.... My husband... Why did you do this to him? My Andrew, my beloved Andrew..." I muttered, sad and enraged. I stood up quickly, tears slowly trickling down my cheeks. I stepped in the house and saw my now infected family running towards me. All... but my older sister. Randy, Phil, and I took them down with ease. I stepped further into the dark, gloomy house. "Jessica, are you in here?" I asked worriedly. I would NOT let the others kill her, even if she was infected. Even if she was a tracker now. I didn't care, and would go out of my way to be sure she didn't die. I saw a movement out of the corner of my eye. I stiffened, seeing one more infected. However, after looking a bit closer, it was a different family member. My father. I gasped and sobbed as I saw Randy ready a quick shot. Before I knew it, my father lay there... no longer a living dead. No longer suffering from extreme hunger. No longer having the lust to eat us, thinking about his little girl at he pushed his teeth through her throat. My throat. It was over for him. I cried slightly before pulling myself together. "Jessica? Are you okay? We won't shoot." I reassured her, wherever she was. "Cease fire..." I muttered to Randy and Phil, hearing them put their guns away.
"Are they gone?" I heard a familiar voice ask quietly but frantically. From the same direction I heard someone shuffle. Phil and Randy raised their guns up.
"Put your guns up." I whispered angrily. "It's just my sister."
"Are you infected? Where are you?" She asked in the darkness.
"Jessica, its Kelsey and two other survivors. We aren't infected." I reassured her. I heard her sniff in disbelief.
"How do I know you're not the deceiver?" She asked me skeptically.
"Sis, we are 100% human...." I tried reassuring her again. "Please, Jessica, believe me." I begged her. I heard her stand up cautiously. I looked her over. My sister, in the flesh, uninfected. I ran towards her and she screamed. I hugged her tightly, hearing her sigh in relief. "Jessica, I thought you had been infected with the others." I told her glumly yet I was happy to see my favorite sibling again. I heard her giggle slightly.
"It's no fun living with lifeless zombies, especially when they are starving and craving my flesh." She joked.
"I could believe that!" I agreed happily. I broke away from the hug. "Well, I have good news and bad news....." I muttered unhappily. I suddenly grew weary.
"I love good news, so let's go with that first." She informed me.
"Good news. Okay. There are two other survivors beside us." I turned to Randy. "This is Randy. He's saved me on many an occasion. I wouldn't be here if it weren't for him. I was unarmed when he saved me from a boomer, from a horde." I said thankfully. She nodded and I turned to Phil. "This is Phil. He looks scary but he's really a great guy." She smiled at him. "Guys, this is my sister Jessica. She's the only member of my family that survived, apart from you." I told them. Phil held out his hand, gesturing for Jessica to shake it. She put her palm in his and they shook hands.
"Nice to meet 'ya Jessica!" He told her.
"With us, you'll be safe from infected." Randy told Jessica. She laughed lightly.
"...And the bad news...?" Jessica said unhappily.
"There... was another survivor that... was infected into a witch... right before we came here..." I said gloomily, remembering Jane's tortured, furious expression as she jumped on me, as Randy and Phil... Killed her. Tears dribbled from my eyes and I watched them hit the floor silently. "Her name was... Jane..."
"She was only 19..." Randy added, almost in tears. I looked over at Phil. he also was crying. I lastly looked up at Jessica.
"Why are you crying?" I asked Jessica though my voice sounded choked.
"She... was my best friend..." I heard her inform me sadly.
"Oh..." I said sadly. I couldn't say anything more. I was distraught. "I'm so sorry for you Jessica." I said pitifully. I heard her pull herself together.
"Don't be." She said sternly yet smoothly. "I will kill those infected if it's the LAST THING I EVER DO!" She shouted angrily. We all nodded and began to depart. I once more had my beloved sister, but she was too filled with rage. She didn't even seem related to me. She was too different.
--Back at the Safe house--
I didn't even realize where I was until I felt a slight tap on my shoulder. "Sis, we're at the safe house now..." Jessica said, bringing me back to reality. I looked up and I was running into a wall.
"Oh..." I muttered, on the verge of becoming dazed again. I stared at the wall before me, wishing it would disappear and allow me to run away. I turned in dismay, staring at the other survivors: Phil, Randy, and Jessica. “So… what now?” I asked somberly.
Randy glared at me with cold, hard eyes. “’What now?’?! Are you serious, Kelsey? There ain’t nothin’ else we can do!!! We are DEAD!” He yelled. I cringed in sadness, hurt by the blow I had taken.
“What… did I do? I mean… don’t you believe we still have a chance at surviving?” I asked, cold tears dripping down my cheeks. He sighed aggresively.
“I can’t take this anymore. I need self- confidence, but Randy is to selfish to help me with that. I’m out. Love ya’, Kelsey,” Phil muttered, walking up to me. He handed me a semi-automatic rifle and walked to the door.
“Where are you going?” I asked, my voice heavily choked. He stepped into the sun and screamed. It was over. He was infected. He jumped in the room quietly and growled, crouching forward slightly. He smiled lightly and pounced, leaving a trail of blood. He turned and grinned at me wistfully; I could have sworn he winked, before Randy silently shot him down.
“Phil…” was all I could muster. That was Phil’s end. My tears hit the ground with a near silent putt noise. I fell to my knees, completely distraught. “Let’s go. Now,” I ordered. Randy was chuckling as he followed close behind me. I elbowed him in the ribs with much force and the chuckling abruptly stopped. Before I could notice, we were back at the ragged safehouse. I plopped down where Jane had stayed before she turned, tears dripping down my cheeks with noises that were now as loud as thuds.
“Well, now what?” I asked Randy and Jessica.
“Not much else to do… I mean” Randy said slowly.
I interupted him. “DAMN IT, RANDY!!!! Don’t fuckin’ say that!!! We have everything in the world to do. Hell, we’re the only three people left on the EARTH!!!!!!!!!” I screeched loudly. I slid down the wall sobbing angrily.
“Kelsey, hun, breath…” Jessica soothed, rubbing my back as I slumped over frustratedly, my head between my knees. “Just breath. We have to have hope. Maybe we’ll be able to kill them all…”
“We won’t be able to *** kill them all!!! We’re doomed! It’s over! It’s like we walked outside and let the infected screw us in the ***!!! GAH!!!” I was losing my temper. Several infected clanked around in the mall behind us, searching for us.
“Please quiet down, Kelsey.” I slowly fell asleep.

I've officially added a new game. Resident Evil 4. I added Leon and several of the zombies and bosses. Not including the two from Resident Evil 5. Here it is:
--The Nightmare—
There I stood, trapped in a large cage. I was standing there, watching everything outside. I was unarmed, and outside the cage were what had to be a thousand zombies, reaching for me as I sat, tied up in the middle of the room. The lights flicked off as something thudded quietly on the floor. I screamed through the gag I was wearing.
Damn this gag… I thought, watching around me. The invasion had enhanced my sense of sight, hearing, and smell, but I still couldn’t see the monster in the center of the room. Then, a spotlight flicked on, lighting up the whole room and blinding me.
My eyes adjusted.
A monster, that had to be eight feet tall, towered over me in the cage. It had hideous long claws and a whitened face. It had a few rows of fangs and a five foot tail with a knifed end. It was crouched over, making a bone-trembling growl that wouldn’t stop.
“What do you want with me?” I yelled, thinking it would answer me back.
“Your heart. You are the only thing I need for me to be the strongest Verdugo,” It growled, glaring into my eyes. Just then, it leaped into the air, nearly landing on top of me. Someone jumped, slamming into the Verdugo before it could hit me. I looked over, seeing a blonde-headed male pinning it to the ground. He threw his knife over to me, cutting the ropes and freeing me. I ripped off the gag.
“Don’t talk, just get the TMP over in the corner!”
I ran over, grabbing it without a word of disagreement. I took it over to him.
“Press it to his left eye socket and SHOOT,” he ordered, his voice strained by the effort of keeping the monster strapped down. I pressed the gun to the Verdugo and pressed the trigger. It’s head exploded into a million pieces with a parting screech. The man got up, cutting the tail off of the monster.
“This’ll come into handy,” he muttered, turning to me. “Hey, Kelsey. I’m Leon. I actually used a charm to get into your dreams… I knew this thing was coming for you. You have a special heart, which, ironically, is the same heart I have. I’m glad I finally found you,” he said, flipping his hair out of his ice-blue eyes. He had a slight Spanish accent, and he was wearing a tight shirt that revealed a near-perfect six pack.
“Hi…” I muttered, my breath taken away by his dazzling looks. “T-tell me more about this special heart thing, please.”
“You know how everyone has another half of them? Their partners? Everyone’s heart is different, but ours has… Special powers. We can do things other people wish they could do.”
“Like what?” I asked, truly intrigued.
“Telepathy. Do you remember your past dreams? Did you ever see me? I’m trying to communicate with you. You’ll get to meet me… ***. Got to go,” he vanished as I woke up, in a dripping cold sweat. I muttered something not even I could understand and turned to Jessica.
“Do you… know a Leon?” I asked her, intrigued and confused.
“Leon who?”
“I’m not actually sure… I have to find out…”
“Okay, sis.”
I lied back down, putting myself back to sleep.
--
No luck. No Leon right now. I woke up quietly, a tear dripping down my cheek. Why did I want to see him so bad? Was the cause what he had told me?
‘You know how everyone has another half of them? Their partners? Everyone’s heart is different, but ours has… Special powers. We can do things other people wish they could do.’
Were we meant for each other? Was a gorgeous guy like him meant for an unknown girl like me?
I sighed, looking at the ceiling of the mall. It was nearly midnight; no one else was awake. I didn’t want to be torn over someone for him having to leave.
I cried myself to sleep, hoping that before I wake up, he’d come back.
--The Dream—
“Kelsey? Are you here yet…?” I heard Leon asking the darkness. The lights flared up, revealing him.
“Leon!” I said, running up and hugging him.
“Kelsey! Listen, I have to warn you of something. A new form of zombie is coming. They’re genetically altered by one of my companions. They are massive, and quite annoying. Can I tell you about them?”
“The buck stops here, Leon, fire away.”
“The first one is the Licker. It’s practically blind, but has an enhanced sense of hearing. It slithers around, army-crawling and if it gets close enough to you, it licks you, leaving behind its acid-saliva.
“The next one is the Garrador. It has its eyes sewn shut, but it, too, has an enhanced sense of hearing. It has enormous claws made of metal and it wears heavy armor. The only way to kill it is the Plaga on its back. Plaga is the new form of the infection.
“Third, the Verdugo. As was in your dream yesterday. You need to know they hand on the ceiling a lot.
“And lastly, the U-8s. They are HUGE. They have to arms and two legs, except their arms reach the ceiling up there,” he said, looking up at the ceiling. “They like to eat people. A lot. And they have massive jaws that clamp down really hard. The only way to kill them is throw a load of C-4 in its jaws. And that’s it.”
He wrapped his arms around me, muttering something unintelligible.
“You’ll meet me tomorrow. Until then, I must go,” he told me, bringing the clouds back over me.
“But, Leon, wait—“ gone. I woke up to the others bustling. “Jessica!”
“What, baby sis?”
“His name… his name! His name… is… Leon Kennedy. Leon Kennedy!”
“Leon… Kennedy… Aha! My first-grade boyfriend. Things didn’t work out, we got in a fight, and he disappeared. Never seen him since.”
“Guess who’s—“
Someone barged in. “Back!”
“Leon!”
“Kelsey!”
We laughed a little and then hugged. I felt the steam coming off of Jessica. I thought I heard her say something…
He’s gorgeous…
What?
Kelsey?!
Jessica?!?!
How are you in my head?
I don’t know! Leon told me about this… I’m so confused!
Of course, LEON told you about this, didn’t he?
Sis, what’s wrong?
He’s amazing. And gorgeous. He doesn’t even recognize me… He doesn’t love m--… But… NO!!
Wha—
GET OUT OF MY HEAD, ***!!
I didn’t… sis, what’s wrong?!
You whore… get out of my *** HEAD!
I tried shaking that memory from my head. I looked up at Leon, who had a puzzled look on his face. He was staring at Jessica.
“Leon… Kennedy?” Jessica hesitated, taking a step forward.
“Jessica? Jessica Will? I can’t believe it…” he said, a bitter tone touching his voice. His eyes touched murderous and then went back to curious. “I told you I would meet you, Kelsey,” he told me with a mischievous smile.
“I’m glad to meet you, Leon,” I said, returning his smile. Did he feel the same way I did? How could I find out? I’ll just wing it…
“So, when are the first new infected coming after us?” I asked, turning around to find Randy gone. “Where’s Randy?”
Just then, an infected jumped out from behind me, pressing his teeth to my throat. Randy. I let out a sob as Jessica quickly shot him off.